Oh hey
Your hat’s
Come down really
Hidy ho
Hey cowboy man
What’s the plan
What’s the deal?
Even your horse’s running still
Your horse’s running fine
Do your horses run at all
Your horse is in the stands

What’s a cowboy 
Without 

Oh you know 
You’ve gone away

Hey hey
Lonely cowboy
Sing that song again
About that time where you spinned wrong
Hey cowboy
Man
Can
You tell me 
What a man is
Without a tribe
And what a tribe is
Without its pride___
Without pride____


Hey there Uncle Sam
Where’s the fun in men who know how to 
Be alone and now
Hey 
aunt may
I can’t live this way
So
Bring on the power
And bring on the hours
Hope that they know it was by our design

And bring on the 
Oh bring the spring showers
The thing they believed in least of all

Oh hey hey cowboy man
What’s a cowboy without guns
A horse without a shoe on
Oh hey hey cowboy man
Where’s your little suit
And where’s your little hat
Guess it hung down a little loose for you
Ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh ___

Oh… ooh, ooh, ooh, ooh___

Bring the horse
Brings the gun
The hat
Belongs___ to no one
The horse
The gun
The boots
Won’t change the man you’ve become

lonelycowboy3 voice memo

CALL OF THE UNHEARD DEMO 2

recorded by Jorgie Escamilla,
mixed by me

Crossed Fingers (demo)

I want a full time job

I'm all in
Whoever is calling better stop right now
And I've got it
A sickness befalling me I know
I'm waking
And acting feverish
Just so the people will understand my pain
'Cause all the hedonists
Like me are feeding in
To buy a brand new set of four walls

Wake up
Get paid
Get breaks
Vacay
Four walls
No more four walls
No more four walls
Stay inside
Wake up, get paid
No breaks
No vacay
Ee-oh
PTO
I'm all

Wake up
Get paid
No breaks
No vacay
No walls
No break
No more
No inside
No wake
No pay
No vacay
No ee-oh
PTO
Inside my four walls

Four Walls

Yeah
Aye, yeah
Aye, yeah
Bleeding
Like bromine red
Go back to my bed
Hol’up
I don’t really know how much of this I can take
jumped into game time late
Burnt in December
Tried to remember 
Shit dont’een make me fazed
Tried this 
Place
Ride dis 
way
Five six Can’t dance
I’m pos’tive
I’m late

I don’t een know if I make it, aye
I can’t even take my taste
Can’t even keep my mind straight when I meditate
Hesitate I’m fake
black x6 look fake
Look at bitches I hate
Taking pictures I hate

I throw up the same shit I heard yess’aday
I’ll blow up if I just turn my back on fate
Oh aye
So, I say
Oh aye
Yeah, I say
Oh aye
I, I say oh aye
I’m always gon’ stop and look at my head
I’m in my head
Ion even know the hours that I’m in my head
I’m in my head
Don’t even like the plaa-ces 
all in my head
I’m in my head
That’s in my head
I’m in my

Park dat 
whole one
In my safe
Assumed all
would stay
It’s cold out
My place
No budget and no sales
And bad water in my well

Carried this milk so far the pail ran out
Tentative I was so daring now
Living in a summer dale and down
day and night was on it
Spazzing on the phonics
Wasn’t ready for the onus
But I failed for being honest 
Charlatans at core
Get harlots to be pure
that band that I toured
Was polar south and north
We played it off as poor
I fucking hate bein’ ignored
And no one play us now because
I never played a sport

My body fit but aches
Hypnotic but I hate it
And hotties don’t be hitting me
They treat me like they gay friend
Like the whole world feel too dense
But swear I know the nations in my head
It’s in my head
It’s in my head
It’s in my head

In My Head(demo)

Sample _ Full Moon

Calvin And I Went To Los Angeles

Made for Florence Barrau-Adams's Fall Sound Image 2019 Class at New York University

Written/Directed by Amrut Ayyala
Producer - Mas Bouzidi
Editor - Alex Dekelbaum
Sound Engineering/Foley SFX - Robert Garcia
Casting/Music Supervision - Mas Bouzidi

Starring
Caden Turner - Ozan
Ben Banks - Orange Head
Benjamin Park-Kouh - Genie
Amrut Ayyala - Harry
Kendall Maddox - Susan
Maya Claridge - Jen
Damian Panitz - The Bartender

OrangeHead (2019) - Adapted from Norm MacDonald

ME AND JO COME ON DOWN DEMO.m4a

weak stomach and a bittersweet heart
cold leaves when the latter gets started
creek pulling on the both of my arms
w’tree to holds my grammars and count-ins

a neat couple at the doubletree laundry
who meet cute for a coffee in the mountains
they get a long 
a little long
and get home ‘fore the one’o’clock roundings

‘cause if there’s one friend
you’re in
I’ll know
no end
and no end
will unspin
this-a wind

breezes meet
i am good to know yo-our needs
never ‘nuff to share my peace
we are the niche
we are the niche

got a badge that’s an old keycard 
digging through my high school’s garbage
to find a letter from that lil’ sweetheart that never knew when to quit (if discarded)
His whole gimmick is for one clean start
He stole lovers at the water fountain
and too quick did he give up gee-tar ‘cause one day his band will be full of artists

one thing
to trust in
is omens 
and justice
and no spin
and no end
will touch this
you’re just wind
hey kid, you’re just wind
you’re just a wind

with
a weak stomach and a bittersweet heart
a cold leaves when the latter gets started
the creek pulling on the both of your arms
in the tree that holds your grammars and count-ins

it counts in
2, 3
it counts in
i counts in
count-in

breezes meet
you are good to hold my needs
never ‘nuff to share your peace
we are the niche
we are the niche

niche

writer and performer for The Library Fund, Founders, super senior, soundchasr

Amrut Ayyala

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